The Six Becomes Four and Then Three (Third Update)

        I am dealing with technical issues so I will probably keep this short. I am not a big fan of electronics for reasons which I will post about some other time. They have pretty bad energy by design from dark cabal occultists. I have ways of blocking a lot of it and the difference is very noticeable. A few years ago I bought a new computer because my few laptops were dinosaurs but the new one was broken out of the box. I didn't even really want it in the first place but it seemed like a responsible purchase. I took it as a sign and made the dinosaurs work. My blog posts were typed on them. I am typing on the last dinosaur and its dying. 

        I made a post a while back about one of the first twenty of our hens dying that we called bossy bird or mother hen at times. She died back on March 7th. We also had a hen named Tiny who passed in 2025. She was a funny little bird and after she passed for some time I could say "Where is Tiny?", and the hens would look around for her. One time as they went into their coop at night I said it to them and mother hen looked at me and then looked up and pecked at a gray hen who was perched up in the coop as if saying here she is. 

        We never named this particular hen. She was a little mean looking and when our black silkie rooster tried to fight her once she beat him up and pulled a feather from his wing. She wasn't mean but she didn't fully trust people and did not like being picked up and held or even pet. I still liked her. The week before April 26th it was apparent that the hen was not doing very well. There was a red hen that seemed to be declining in health too. They were all getting old. I laid in the grass with them for a little while over a few days. I pet them and thanked them and told them that I was sorry and I wish they could live with us forever. I never got to hold or pet her much before but she really seemed to soften up and didn't mind it. She died on April 26th. I buried her in the early morning of the 27th. I thanked her and buried her next to mother hen. I believe I heard an owl off in the distance. 

        The sick red hen died on the 27th and was buried in the early morning of the 28th next to the other two. The way life can be and the way people can treat each other, it is a blessing to feed and take care of animals who just love you for it. They cannot be as programmed nearly as much as people and pets and even livestock have probably done a lot of good for people. Of our original twenty plus hens, the six remaining hens had become four. I have been seeing 4's alot too. On clocks I see 4:00, 4:04, and 4:44 all the time. I hit play on youtube videos and pause them, usually to do something really quick. I come back to watch the video and see I paused at 0:04. While making this draft it says published at 4:44 AM. My sleep is usually sporadic so I go through phases where I am up at night and get some sleep when I can.

        One of the four hens was a light red hen with a bloodshot eye. She was always somewhat friendly. Her health seemed to be declining going into May. She was moving slowly and wouldn't eat treats. 

        On May 14th I got her to eat some melon which I took as a good sign. I was cleaning my room in the early morning of the 15th while a youtube video played in the background. It was about a meeting with your own soul and two points on your journey converging. I noticed a tiny spider by the doorway. It reminded me of my previous post with the sign of the spider and owl. It was also around 3:21 AM, a number I used to see frequently. The spider just stopped. I walked towards the doorway and stepped over it and it did not move. It seemed like it was waiting and it was supposed to happen, just like the previous experience, but the feeling was more mild and subtle. I got a paper cup from the bathroom and came back to find the spider still waiting.

        I cupped it and took it outside. I brought it to the same spot as the last spider behind our garage, set it down, and told it "Good luck". I walked to where our dogs were buried and I said hello to Hercules again. Although I became a bit emotional I didn't tear up like last time. I said I was sorry for the way he died and the dark attacks on him and I thanked him. He went through a lot of bad times with me and I believe it was one of his reasons for incarnating; I didn't have to go through it all alone. The chickens were probably the same but maybe to a lesser degree. I thanked him if he had come back as our new dog. As I did, ducks flew overhead while making this high pitched chirp to each other. It was silent and then it came out of nowhere. I don't feel it was coincidence. I came in to finish the video and next to the screen my digital clock said 3:33.

        I kept this brief but maybe I will make lengthy posts again at some point. 

Update: I wasn't going to post this but it seems relevant now. This happened as I was putting up the chickens at sundown on the night of May 15th. As I put them up, dusk quickly came. The sick red hen mentioned earlier was lying under one of the chicken coops and would not go up into the coop for the night. I had to lightly spray her a bit with a garden hose to get her moving. I patted the water off of her feathers which mostly rolled right off before picking her up, holding her, and telling her I was sorry. She had eaten cantaloupe the day before and was eager to eat watermelon earlier. 

        While this was going on I could hear a high shrill screeching nearby and I was pretty sure of what it was. I was making sure the coops were closed properly for the night and I heard the screech again. I looked up into a nearby oak tree and spotted a medium sized barred owl. It screeched again and flew to a nearby cattle fence where it perched and looked back to watch me. I got a bit closer and shined a light towards it and saw its dark beady eyes staring at me. I said "I just wanted to see you", before turning back to the coop. Later that night I went to get the mail and heard the high screech again nearby in the neighbors yard on the other side of the cattle fence where the owl was perched on a tree branch, probably hunting. 

        On the sixteenth around sunset I got the sick hen out of the coop with watermelon. She moved a bit slowly but seemed to enjoy eating. I put her up early but not before holding her, with her little head gently pressed to one side of my neck just under my beard. I was sorry she was dying. On the morning of the seventeenth I opened the coop door and found her lying dead, right in front of the doorway. The other hens were watching. A rooster who sleeps in the coop with them was standing over her and looking at me. I said "Oh no Roger what happened?", and he looked at me and we both then looked at her. I pet her body a bit and got her out of the coop to be buried later. I am glad I fed her the days before she passed and I am glad she enjoyed it. Chickens love things like melon.

        My mother bought a Silkie hen a while back and the seller asked if my mother would take the hens mate so she took him too. They were both solid white Silkies. I went outside one day and she was face down and not moving. They were in separate pens but the pens were fairly close, and they were as  close as possible to one another as she passed away in front him. He was going crazy trying to get to her and she was so close but he couldn't reach her. I got her out and let him out of his pen. He is usually a bit scared of me but he came right to me. 

        I placed her in front of him and told him I was sorry. He kept pecking at her to try and get her up. He would pace a bit and come back and try again, visibly upset. I tried to consul him and later that night she was buried. I know they are chickens but I felt bad for him. After that he was not as scared of me. It reminds me of the way Roger didn't like the deceased hen. I feel the owl right near the coop means something. We have been seeing lots of ducks too. I have seen two perching on top of the garage in the last week more than once along with them on top of the house. I may look into duck symbolism.   

Second Update: I wanted to include this next occurrence. This is starting to become a longer post unfortunately. The morning of May 17th after finding her, I placed the deceased red hen in a little dog kennel near the chicken coop because its pretty secure from raccoons or opossums overnight until I could get her buried. I took a nap and woke up around five in the afternoon that day, not in a panic, but thinking of the solid white Silkie rooster for some reason. I may of been thinking of the certain young woman online too, but I was half asleep so I am unsure. My mother had come back from a trip and let most of the chickens out, even though its better to let them out in turns. 

        I went outside, walked out back, and looked over towards the gravel driveway that runs up against one of our neighbors properties. I saw the black and red Silkie roosters on the driveway. I saw the solid white Silkie rooster nearby but they weren't fighting which they usually do. As I got closer I noticed the white Silkie was on the other side of the cattle fence. He had somehow gotten through the fence, probably chased through a gap in it while they were fighting. This was the neighbor with the dogs who had gotten one of our Silkie hens before. I had woken up in a panic that morning and just knew the chickens were in danger. The night before I had seen something posted from the certain young woman and felt panic. I believe the two experiences were connected. 

        If the neighbor let their dogs out they would kill the rooster. I ran down the long gravel driveway along the cattle fence to the front of the property where the neighbors fence changed to a sort of white picket fence. I climbed over it and stepped into their yard and started back along the cattle fence down in the direction I had come. I kept glancing towards their house to see if they were letting the dogs out to play. When I got back to where I had last seen the rooster I couldn't find him. I went a bit further into the neighbors yard and saw him by some trees; of course he didn't cooperate. I got a couple of sticks and held them out to drive him towards the fence where I could pin him and pick him up. 

        We walked back down the fence towards the front of the property while I held and him and talked to him. Once there I climbed back over the fence and started back down the gravel driveway towards my backyard. I wonder if it is connected to the next experience. I had a bad feeling after dark and went outside to check on the deceased hen that night. I found feathers just outside the door and checked inside. An animal, most likely a raccoon, had managed to slip its arm into the kennel and pull the chicken to the door. Raccoons tend to go for the brain if they get a hold of chickens. It tried to get her head through the metal grate door but couldn't do it. It chewed on her neck until her head came off, falling back into the pen and then probably gave up. I couldn't believe it. People are open to dark paranormal influences and so are animals, even though they aren't as programmable as people are, like with politics or religion. I think this was a dark influenced event and I wonder about the event with the rooster. He could of mauled by the dogs.

        She was a good pet and seemed so sweet, helpless, and appreciative when I fed her in the days before. I just wanted to bury her as was and I felt bad. I picked up all the feathers and put them in the pen and pushed her further back. Around 5 AM on the eighteenth I drug the dog kennel over towards the tree where I buried the last three deceased hens and I dug a new hole. I flattened the bottom of the hole, placed every feather in a pile on the bottom, and then placed her body on top of the bed of feathers. I didn't want her head just lying on the floor underneath her body so I put a clump of dirt where I was going to place her head and then I placed her head on top of it, right up against and level with her body. I wanted her to look as she did before, like her head hadn't been chewed off. She looked like before but in a deep sleep. 

        I told her thank you and that I was appreciative of her. I was blessed to have her and finding her in the yard and feeding her treats over the few years was a blessing. It is very simple and genuine and so different than many things people do day to day. I told her she didn't deserve what happened and I tried to make it right with the burial. I put dirt around her and then said goodbye as I buried her body and then head. After sunrise I walked the dog. We saw and heard lots of ducks and crows. It reminded me of the crow experiences I had before which I thought of along with the certain young woman online. I have been seeing ducks daily: single, paired, and groups of three along with lone crows. They can represent luck, balance, and adaptability like how they transition from land, sea, and air. I found a site with a post on duck symbolism . Crows can represent the ending of things. 

        Third Update: This happened around Monday, May 25th but I was very busy and didn't journal it so I am unsure, but around the 25th. One of the little hens we kept with the remaining big American hens died. When we got the twenty or so big hens in 2022 we didn't have any roosters. Most of them never became broody, possibly as a result. Sometime in maybe 2024 one of the dark gray hens became broody. My mother placed her in a dog kennel on the back patio on top of her eggs. She bought four baby chicks and at night switched them with the hens eggs. She raised them like her own babies. One of them looked like Roger from an old spongebob squarpants episode I saw as a kid. 

        As they grew it was clear he was going to be our first rooster. He was a miniature rooster. Two became little brown hens with yellow feet. Another was similar to the two hens but slightly more sandy colored and very thin. When I would open the pen door she would jump into my hands. She shed a little feather once doing this which I still have. I had them out in a pen to play while I did some things when they were almost full grown, already having left the nest so to speak. I came back thirty minutes later and the thin hen was dead. Roger had probably killed her, possibly trying to mate her. I really liked her. She could actually fly but usually stood with her sisters and Roger. 

        As the big hen numbers dwindled down to fifteen and then less my mother introduced the three birds to their coop and they accepted them. They tried to spar with Roger but then submitted to him. They treated the two little brown hens like babies. If I tried to give them treats they would let the little hens have some. If I gave Roger a treat he would let it hang out of his beak so the little hens could take it. 

        So back to the 25th. Roger was visibly a bit upset by the dead hen. Her sister was a bit upset too and she was present along with Roger and the three remaining big hens, who were scratching around for bugs. Some chickens display a bit more distress when the others die like the solid white rooster mentioned in the previous update. 

        Usually when an American hen would die our hen Tiny would wait with them for us to show up. She would make her little soft noises and look at us. I would say "Oh no Tiny, what happened?", and she would make her little sounds back like she was trying to communicate. Mother hen did the same before too from a previous post. 

        I buried the little brown hen in the late afternoon and I noticed it was different than when I would bury the other hens at night or in the early morning especially. I can't explain it but burying them between midnight and 3AM just feels more mystical. Everything is dark and calm. I really feel like I am alone in a good way and saying goodbye means more somehow. It is just me and them and it is more personal and the owls hooting during the burial just hits a certain way. It is like the divine speaks during it. 

        In the daylight it felt more like just burying a hen. I had to try to make it meaningful while saying goodbye. Maybe I am a creature of the night and this is how it is supposed to be for me. I have been seeing crows and ducks as of late. They make me think of the certain person online for some reason. I hope she is okay and I hope I have a future with her.